sleep.
the only solace in times like these.
away from consciousness and reality.
just rest, silence.
yet dreams slip in on occasion.
no escape from either the good or the bad.
thats why i'd rather end it on a good before departure.
i woke up to my alarm.
i woke up to the wrong alarm.
neither 0830 nor 0930.
you're still the one i run to
the one that i belong to
you're still the one i want for life
you're still the one that i love
the only one i dream of
you're still the one i kiss goodnight.
perfection at 3:47 PM
He hears and answers the faithful, faithfully.
if only i could analyze films for a living.
i like regulation and order.
singapore's regulated and orderly.
some sense of consequence for one's actions.
a culture that shapes the choices of its residents.
like they say, freedom is the independence from being constrained by another's choice insofar as it can co-exist with the freedom of every other in accordance with a universal law.
to do so, either we regulate ourselves, or be regulated by an external system.
call it rigid but it does inject a little predictability into life, like how you know that its highly unlikely you'd be run over at a zebra crossing.
forgot how wanting to take a cab feels like.
a high criterion, a preference, a lifestyle.
i'd rather have false alarms than risk a miss.
is drinking seriously an actual hobby.
well maybe there's a God above
who gave me you to grow in love
and taught me how to treasure you and hold you
its not a cry that you hear at night
its not somebody's who's had a fight
its a gold and its God's given hallelujah.
perfection at 11:20 AM
